Writ of GOD

By the will of the keepers of the mist
A mind to plan that thought persist
If life is a program
Its manufactured perfect
Man knows no glitch
Profit shapes the world
Eyes to exploit the years to come
Stars coded by light
The only message is time
The ages confess
Energies will never be the same
Look to the progression
Cause this is just a stage
Those who lack comprehension
Will only criticize
And put their lives in powers
Who never explain why